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Old Defiance Jr High School (Dakota Laden x Reader)

This was a request by @coralineyouareinterribledanger

Summary: Reader joins the Destination Fear team on the investigation at Old Defiance Jr High School.

Pairing: Dakota Laden x Reader

Word Count: 5192

Trigger Warning: discriptions of a panic attack at the end

Authors Note: Took a while but here it is! As Destination Fear has rebranded for their switch over to youtube as Project Fear if you aren't aware. If an investigation happened on the Destination Fear show I will be using that but as soon as I switch to any Project Fear era stories that title will be used. Hope that explains anything!

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A little hinty-poo. That is all the team had asked for and Dakota had supplied.

“Truthfully, we’ve never been to a facility like this.”

The guesses came in with Chelsea thinking it was a church, Alex thinking a bar, and Tanner didn’t even offer a guess before Dakota went on.

“I’ll just tell you guys, honestly–”

Tanner interrupts, “What? Hold on!”

“Oh my god!” Alex comments as Tanner practically shouts over him, “This is a first! This is a first ever!”

Chelsea even looked a bit shocked at her brother’s willingness to give up information about a location. “Okay. Do it!”

“Yeah,” Dakota glanced between the three before he gave them the location hint. “We are going to a haunted school.”

Chelsea instantly broke out in a wail of protest at the thought of returning to a school. “Why are you so upset?” Dak questions’s his sister, directing his camera at her looking at her through the small LCD screen.

“I spent so much on my life at school!” She complained leaning her head back against the window.

Kota grinned, “You really just got done like a year ago.”

“I’m more scared of, like, my memories of school, than I am of an abandoned school.” Alex admits.

Chels points to her brother, “Remember when you got a B in film class?” She teased.

“Shut up!” Dak says as they all laughed. “My high school consisted of me being a nerdy film boy.”

“I always got, ‘Too Talkative’ on my report card.” Tanner admits. “ ‘Distracts others’.”

“Do you guys know who you're sitting with right now?” Chels grins pointing to herself.

“Chelsea was the homecoming queen,” Dakota explained for the camera.

“The presence of royalty!” Alex jokes, faking a bow from his seat next to Dakota. He sits up and glances at Dak before mentioning about his days in high school, “I was pretty much just in the dean’s office.” Tanner chuckled at his friend.

“So you're saying you guys were trouble makers and I was the goody two-shoes?” Chelsea looked at the three guys around her, “And now look at us, we’re all in the same place in life.”

“Yeah, just goes to show you don’t need to try that hard.” Tanner jokes.

“Unless you're Dak, keeping your high school sweetheart.” Alex leans over to nudge Dakota.

Chelsea gasps and looks at her brother. “That’s right you and (Y/N) have been together since high school! Ugh I wish she were here she would have such good embarrassing stories about you.”

Dakota grinned to himself and nodded. “Don’t worry you’ll see her soon.”

The RV stopped and I stood up from the black bench that I sat on waiting for this exact moment. It took a few moment before the door opened and my high school sweetheart and current boyfriend, Dakota Laden stepped down with a grin on his face as he shot the camera at me and waved a hand. I waved back the sleeve of his my sweater fell slightly so it no longer covered part of my hand. He turned around and helped his blindfolded friends and sister from the RV. I covered my mouth to prevent from laughing as the four made a train to walk over. As he parted from them, letting them sit on the bench I previously occupied he came to my side and silently kissed my temple in greeting. After that I went onto the RV with my bag for the night to wait for my que to come out. The production member who had picked me up from the airport had told me about the mystery box that Dakota had set up, in fact I had helped set up the table and box for the event. Now I sat in the passenger side front seat holding a camera that I was given with a tape label over the handle that read my name, given that would be the camera I used for my visit.

I got to observe Chelsea, and Chelsea alone got up behind the box. The first mystery animal was a hedgehog, well four or them. The next was an armadillo, which is such a strange looking animal. The last was a snake. As a handler came to remove the snake Dakota placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder, he glanced to the RV at the same time a crew member opened the door and waved me over.

As I stepped down, out of the RV I could hear Dakota, “Okay but on a brighter note I do have one last surprise for you all. We will not be alone tonight because I have convinced a very special person to join us for her first ever investigation. (Y/N).” As Dakota turned towards me the other three turned as well, their faces lighting up. I waved with a grin as I pointed my camera at them to help capture their reactions to seeing me. They all ran over to greet me and it wasn’t long until rain interrupted us and chased us all back onto the RV to travel the rest of the way to the location, which I only knew to be a high school.

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“So, right now we are going to park and read the packet. To make it clear, (Y/n), you have no idea where we are going correct?” Dakota explains his camera panning over to where I sat next to Chelsea.

I look up from the LCD screen on the camera sitting on the table aimed at Tanner and Alex to face him. “I was told it’s a high school? Which is creepy by the way.” I tried to smile at him but it didn’t quite get past the nerves already brewing from the anxiety of my first investigation.

“Don’t worry little duck, we’ve got your back.” Tanner reached over patting my head which I quickly laughed at and pushed his arm away.

We all got out of the RV and entered this fancy park gazebo area with a fireplace. Alex sat off to the end getting the long shot of the table we sat at, Tanner and Chelsea on one side across from Dakota and myself. A light setup above shined down giving us enough light to read in.

“Alright. I know you guys already know that it’s at a school.” Dakota began glancing between all of us the packet him his hand. “But , trust me, this is going to be a very bizarre one for us.”

Tanner took the packet and opened it up for him and Chelsea to read the front page, the location of the next investigation, “Old Defiance Junior High School.”

“Positioned directly between two winding rivers in Northwestern Ohio can be found the imposing facade of former Defiance Junior High School.” Chelsea read from the packet. “Standing for over a hundred years this three story building shaped the lives of thousands of students. But the school was not the first structure to be built on this land.”

Chelsea passed the packet and flashlight for easier read over to Tanner who took over reading. “In the mid-eighteen hundreds, the town established a high school. The institution operated without incident until 1891, when a scandal shook the town of Defiance to its core. Janitor John Mall was a hardened man who was arrested for helping a teacher bring a 12-year-old student down to the school’s basement. Mall held him tight as the teacher whipped the boy mercilessly, drawing blood.”

I couldn’t stop the look of disgust and scrunch of discomfort in my shoulders at the mentioned incident. Dakota took hold of my hand, running a thumb across my knuckles to soothe my discomfort. “It’s horrible. That poor child.” I muttered.

“That’s disgusting.” Tanner comments looking over to us. He took a deep breath before lowering his head to read on. “The two were turned in to the police by the school’s superintendent. Mall was so angered by the arrest that he launched a complaint of his own against the superintendent. After a lengthy investigation, Butler and the teachers in question were cleared of all accusations. But that did not stop the fall out for janitor Mall.”

Tanner went on to read how Mall was found bludgeoned to death, lying on the railroad tracks with his legs amputated. The railroad tracks in question are no more than 100 yards behind the school. Some believe that he was placed there against his will. The most scandalous things to ever happen in Defiance with no answer as to who did it.

“The truth about what happened that fateful night out by the tracks, is still unknown to this day.” Chelsea reads and looks up.

“Now that is a very bizarre story.” Alex comments and Dak looks at him and agrees.

“Sounds like there’s a lot of sketchy things happening within the walls of this school.” Chels concludes as she turns a page to read more. “Unfortunately, the tragedy at the high school did not end there. In 1902, two young football stars collided head-first on the field. Due to the poor protection of their leather helmets, both boys were badly injured. The boy from the rival school suffered from a fractured skull over his eye and died from his injuries. In 1918, a modernized building was created on top of the same foundation, but the new building did not keep misfortune from its doors. In 1921, the class valedictorian drowned while swimming in nearby Powell Lake. And just eight years later a junior drowned in the nearby river when he fell off his raft.”

Tanner adjusted his hat before he took over the next part of the packet read. Since its shut down in 2018,” - “That wasn’t that long ago” I muttered lowly not wanting to interrupt.- “There have been very few individuals who have dared to venture inside the building. But the few who have strongly believe that there are many spirits that chose to remain long after the final bell tolls. The most active areas include the second floor, home to many different classrooms and the library. And there are numerous shadow figures that dart in and out of classrooms.”

Dakota took the packet next to read. His hand left mine as he took hold of the packet. “The gym, a separate building accessed through the basement..”

“Yeah really creepy dude thanks for bringing us to this place. I’m sure your girlfriend just loves the sound of this place.” Alex sarcastically says, making me nod.

“This place sounds awful. Shadow figures pulling you out of rooms, creepy basements connecting buildings.” I add on as I take the packet from Dak. I licked my lips before I began to read from where he left off. “The third floor, home to classrooms and the study hall. Loud tapping and lockers slamming shut have been heard. The area with the most intense energy is room 312. EVPs of a woman urgently screaming, ‘Get out!’ have been captured, as well as references to fire and burning. The basement, this is where janitor Mall brought a student down to be punished. Mall is a very angry, hostile entity and becomes increasingly agitated when asked about his death.” I look up to the group, “Let’s not do that then, shall we?”

“Screw that!” Chelsea objects.

“We’re going to deal with something that wants to hurt us?” Tanner asks, looking right at Dakota.

“We’ve never really dealt with any sort of spirit like this before.” Dakota explains. “Whoever ends up sleeping alone in that basement is screwed.

I huff running a hand through my hair feeling a spike in anxiety for what this investigation might bring.

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“Class is now in session.” Alex announces as the RV parked out front of the huge high school.

The five of us got out of the RV with our cameras and a flashlight. Dakota walked in the lead to open the door for the rest of us, I stayed right behind him, as the other three commented on the size of the school we were about to spend the night in.

“Welcome to school!” Dak announces as he opens the doors.

Chelsea and I entered first with Tanner right behind us. He looked around at the hallway we had entered into. “This is so weird. All the desks, lockers, papers are still everywhere.”

“Definitely has the creep factor.”

A loud slam behind us caused me to yelp and spin around. “Alex!” Dakota called out his friend who had a small smile on his face. “Just a little test to see if we’re on edge.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Well I think it’s safe to say we’re on edge.”

With our first look done we set up the gear room on the first floor. From the first floor we headed down into the basement. Dakota once again took the lead but this time I stayed more in the middle with the Laden siblings in front of me with Tanner and Alex behind me. The first look at the basement was unsettling.

“The basement is where Janitor Moll lived and where he, reportedly, abused a student down here.” Dakota reminded as we stopped walking. Everyone was looking around. “When asked, ‘How did your die?’ Someone got the response, ‘I’ll show you.’” On my left, in one of the entrance ways I thought I seen a tall dark figure. Turning my camera towards where I was looking the dark figure was gone and it seemed simply to be possibly Alex’s shadow. I turned back to Dakota as he pulled a device out of his pocket. “I’m gonna have the ovilus on the entire time we’re down here. If janitor Moll is down here he will be able to choose one word at a time and talk to us.” He turns to his sister, “All right Chels, you wanna hold the ovilus while we’re down here?” He passes the devise over and I leaned over towards Chelsea to get a look at the devise now in her hand.

As a group we walked farther into the basement in the direction of the possible shadow figure I had seen earlier. Alex behind me muttered about how creepy the basement was and Dakota prompted for Moll to talk to us using the ovilus. With no response Chelsea directed Kota to lead us to the area where the janitor would have stayed. The room was a bit of a mess but the inspection lead to discovering a crawl space. The moment someone pointed out the crawl space the electronic voice of the ovilus spoke for the first time, “Here.”

“What?” Dakota turned towards Chelsea. She confirmed that the ovilus said ‘here’.

“A lot of people think you’re a bad man. Is there anything you’d like to say?” Tanner comments, my attention was still drawn to the crawl space, this time with my camera facing the same area.

It was silent as they waited for a possible answer. When there wasn’t one Dakota asked another question, “Where you actually as bad as people say? Or was the superintendent trying to frame you?”

Again nothing.

“Who killed you?”

That question got an answer. “Teacher.” The ovilus had answered.

The main four shared their excitement and shock of the answer. “That paints a different picture in my head of what went down.” Dakota admits.

“I don’t think I have ever heard ‘teacher’ come out of the ovilus.” Al comments.

“I have a gut feeling that the janitor knew something that someone didn’t want him to know.” Chelsea says.

“Maybe he did see too much. Maybe he did know too much.” Dak agreed.

“Yeah there is two sides to every story.” I nod turning to face them. “Maybe the janitor wasn’t the bad guy in the first place.” Chelsea adds.

Dakota restates the question if a teacher did this to the entity they were talking with. Although it wasn’t the ovilus that answered. Instead there was a loud thud that came from another room. Alex, being the closest to the doorway quickly went to look. He turned to look at us from over his shoulder, “Dude, I think that came from up the stairs.”

“Let’s go over there.” Dak instructs setting the team into movement heading to investigate the thud we all heard.

Entering the room where the stairs are off of we looked around. Dakota asked for another noise. It was quiet for a few seconds before another thud was heard. This time Tanner stepped into the hall shining his flashlight up the stairs. “That came from upstairs.”

“That sounded like a locker slamming.” Tanner says almost uncertain.

“That did sound like a locker!” Dakota and Alex agreed.

The group went back up stairs and entered the gear room. From there Tanner went over and slammed a locker shut to have a noise to compare what we heard to. It was pretty much confirmed that the noise was from the lockers weather it was slammed or banged on it was definitely from the lockers near the stairwell.

“I just don’t like the fact that it lead us out of the basement.” Tanner comments and I quickly look over to him. “I totally agree.” Tanner nods glancing over at me, “Like, after we were getting some good responses.”

“I mean, it’s said that he doesn’t like to talk about his death.” Alex reminds us softly.

“Or we were getting such good answers that something else didn’t want us hearing them.” Chelsea counters.

“Janitor Moll, was that you up here? Or was that something else, someone else?” Dakota prompts in a louder tone than what we had been talking among our self in.

No answer.

“Were you trying to lead us out of the basement?” Al asked.

The ovilus spoke. Return.

“Like go back down to the basement?” Chelsea questions.

“Why would it lead us back up only to go back down?” Tanner was confused.

As we stood there trying to understand what was happening another jingle like noise could be heard. “Is that coming from the basement?” Dakota asks.

Alex walked over to the top of the stairs and Tanner followed, as did I. As the three of us stood at the top of the stairs listening we once again heard the jingling sound.

“What is that?” Dak wrapped an arm around me as he leaned forward. “It was like metal.”

I let out a soft gasp. “Like keys!”

Once again we descended the stairs into the basement. “I think (Y/n) was right, it sounded like keys.” Chelsea agreed her camera pointed at me. Dakota also agreeing. Tanner even pointing out how a janitor carries a ring of keys.

As we confirm that activity keeps happening where we aren’t Dakota decides to set up a static camera in the basement, first floor, and third floor with a REM pod in front of each camera. With those ‘traps’ set up we walked up to the second floor to continue our investigation.

The second floor was just a creepy as the first. Chairs and desks lined against the lockers in the hallways, books and paper littered around. Stopping about halfway down the hallway once again Dakota lead the charge on trying to make contact. With no answer we enter one of the classrooms. The guys commenting on how untouched everything looks for a school that has been abandoned since 2018. With art still hanging on the wall, piles of books, all the chairs and desks still around.

It wasn’t long before we moved up to the third floor. The floor looked just as abandoned as the previous floors but with less desks and chairs in the hall. Yet is was still so easy to picture the halls still in use teenagers loitering around lockers, rushing to an from classes, lockers jamming or being slammed shut- a noise they may have already heard. Chelsea even commented on it, “You can just imagine all these halls packed with students.” It was something we could all agree with as we strolled down the hallway.

A REM pod was set up as we settled on a spot in the hall. Dakota opened up the line of communication. Alex was stood a bit farther back to get a wide shot of the group, always the camera man. I was somewhere between Alex and Dakota against the locker deciding to film behind Alex since it wasn’t being caught by the other three.

If only we knew the evidence being caught in the basement at that same moment. Buzzing. Running water. The light turning on by itself. All while we were floors above and no one else was in the building.. living that is.

With a seemingly uneventful third floor hallway investigation we headed into room 312, which is said to be where most the paranormal activity is centered around. Everyone seemed to enter the last room on the left, I ended up staying in the doorway, my back to the hallway.

“What exactly happens here?” Alex inquired to document the claims for their footage.

Dakota began to list that people have received EVPs saying ‘Get out’. Or EVPs relating to fire and burning that didn’t quite make sense. Chelsea pulled out the Ovilus by request of her younger brother. As she turned the device on I turned with my camera to peer down the dark hallway towards the stairs feeling uneasy, like someone was watching me. With multiple unanswered questions Dakota asked if the spirit would rather go into the hallway, behind me, where the REM pod was still set up and use that instead.

“If that REM pod goes off I’m getting out of this doorway,” I joked although very serious.

A REM pod did go off but it also happened to be down in the basement. Continuing to beep as the guys ask for a sign of activity. Including when Dakota asked for a sign to leave, but we wouldn’t know.

The ovilus finally went off drawing our attention to the devise. Chelsea looked down at the screen and repeated the word that it had said, “Observe.”

Dakota once again asked if the spirit could interact with the REM pod in the hall but the ovilus spoke. “Rewind.” I gasped softly. To look through all the floors worth of footage would take a long time. Something we wouldn’t be able to do until after the trip.

The group left the third floor, collecting all the equipment, before preparing to split up to sleep alone. It was when Dakota and Alex went to retrieve the basement camera and REM pod that they notice that the light was on. Dakota called for the rest of us. We all traveled down to the basement together to investigate the light being on.

“All of the lights are on down here,” Dakota mentions as he looked around the basement. He looked to the camera and seen the blinking red light signifying that it was still recording. “The camera is still on so we should have caught it on camera.”

Alex went over to the camera to verify that it indeed was still recording as we all fully entered the lightened up basement. Dakota admitted to not even knowing how to turn the lights on and we looked for a light switch. The group tried 3 different switches before finding the fourth, at the top of some utility stares that Tanner tried and successfully returned the basement to darkness. The bad news with the location was that the camera was pointed in the opposite direction and wouldn’t have been able to capture anything on the stairs that would flip the switch.

I feel bad for whoever has to sleep down here.” Dakota comments before we returned to the gear room to decide where everyone is sleeping for the night.

The four scary locations chosen were;

The gym, which we didn’t investigate and was a building all on its own.

The third floor.

The second floor.

And probably the worst being the basement.

Tanner wrote the four locations on paper for the random draw. Tanner drew the second floor. Dakota had me choose for the two of us. Sadly my luck was not there as I pulled out the basement. Alex pulled the gym leaving Chelsea with the third floor. With the locations selected we headed to our sleeping arrangements. Dakota and I headed down to the basement. Dakota set up the cot for me and him to some how share but he also had a sleeping bag just incase.

“How are you doing with all of this so far?” He asked in a soft voice as we both sat down on the cot.

“Good I think. I mean I have this constant feeling like someone is watching me and I have since we were on the third floor but I think its just nerves.” I admitted pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“Well you’re doing great for your first investigation.” Dak leaned over and kissed my forehead before he pulled and pulled out two masks. Due to the condition of the basement we agreed that masks would be best for our health.

My restlessness lead to me sitting on the floor in front of Dakota and the cot. But still in frame of the set up cameras. My eyes were starting to play tricks on me, or so I thought, as a dark shadow would appear behind Dak occasionally but by the time I had blinked a few times it was gone, so I never mentioned it to my boyfriend.

“I’m really, really regretting taking away everyone’s flashlights.” Dakota admits before getting up and showing the darkness of the room by turning off the night vision. “Ow Dak!” I mumbled feeling something tug at my hair, thinking it was the zipper of his jacket getting caught in the dark. “Sorry, (Y/n).” Dakota quickly turned the night vision back on and sat back on the cot, making it creek.

“Janitor Moll, if you can hear me, in the nicest way possible, I really don’t wanna see you or hear you.

Dak and I made small conversation to pass the time, or pointing out possible noises both too nervous to sleep. I had stood and was now walking with one of the cameras so I didn’t walk into anything. “We’ve been down here for a while now. And it sucks.” Dakota spoke to the camera. “We keep feeling like we’re hearing things. In all directions. (Y/n) is somewhere behind me actually looking for anything.”

With nothing seen I went back to the cot to join Dak. Resting my head on his shoulder I closed my eyes. That was until we both jumped hearing the jingling, the same kind as earlier in the night. We both were not standing facing the direction the jingling had come from. Dak quickly moved for the camera. “Oh my god, I just heard keys!” He spoke to the camera about the jingling being the same as earlier but louder, do to the closer location.

“Hello?” Dak called out. He left my side to walk around the room we were in to investigate but I stayed near the cot. “That was keys right?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Clear as day.” I replied nodding my heart racing in my chest.

“Something is down here and I don’t like it. It came from close to this door or over here.” Dak was still looking around with the camera, no where near me when I heard a breathy sound next to me.

“Dak?” I called unsure of how far away he was to me.

“Yeah?” He replied sounding father away than the breath was.

“Something just breathed in my ear.” I bit my lip hesitating to look in the direction of the breath. I could hear Dakota’s hurried footsteps as he made his way back over to me. “There’s nothing there.” Dak tells me.

I let out a small nervous laugh. “Is..is now a good time to tell you I think I’ve been seeing something in the darkness?” I look up at him barely making out his face in the darkness. Dak took that seriously and instantly talked about getting out of there. As we went to leave I heard a loud knock right behind me causing me to let out a short panicked scream and grab onto Dakota’s jacket. I turned behind me to see a tall looming shadow causing me to stumble into Dakota’s back making him stumble as well. He was able to catch himself and quickly turn around.

Even in the darkness I could tell my peripheral vision was blurring as my breath quickened, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Dakota called my names sounding miles away. His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders urging, leading me up the stairs out of the basement.

“Yo!” Dakota called as we entered the gear room his voice sounding as if I was stuck underwater.

Someone replied but I couldn’t hear it over the heartbeat in my ears. My hands felt numb as I gripped onto Dakota’s jacket.

“We’re done!” His voice was so far away as he tried to unfold my hands from his jacket. “Breathe, sweetheart.” As strangled, gasp was choked in and seemed to burn as it forced itself passed the lump that formed in my throat.

“Dude I am so done! (Y/n) having a panic attack.” His voice sounded crisper. He kneeled to the ground in front of me cupping my face.

“Sweetheart look at me, focus to my voice okay?”

My eyes blinked a few times before focusing on his face.

“Can you list five things you see?”

I licked my lips and looked around. “Camera. Desk. Chair. Books. You.”

“Good. Four things you can touch.”

“Notebook. Locker. My jacket. My watch.” I slowly acknowledged the notebook by my foot. The locker behind the chair that my head would occasionally touch. The jacket that felt too warm at the moment. And the watch that vibrated with the reminder to drink water.

Dakota smiled at me. “Three things you can hear?”

“Tanner and Chelsea in the hall. Alex over a walkie. My heart beat.” My breathing had calmed considerably and it no longer felt like a struggle.

“Two things you can smell.”

“Your body spray. Musty books.”

“Very good. And one thing you can taste?”

My brows furrowed at that one. I didn’t really taste anything at the moment. “I think there is a bit of strawberry left from my chap stick.”

Dakota let out a soft laugh as his thumb brushed over my cheek.

“That counts. Are you okay?”

“As long as we leave, sure.”

“I can take her outside while you guys pack up.” Chelsea offered softly as she stepped up next to her brother.

Dakota looked between her and his sister before nodding. “Get her some water too please.”

“I got it.” Tanner spoke up and passed the water bottle forward.

Dak helped me stand and kissed my head. “I’ll be out in a bit. I promise. It’s okay.”

[foreverundertheweather]

I love these guys so much

[dakotasladen]

Happy 1 year of Project Fear!

[jupiter-ghost]

Watching "Destination Fear" is just shouting "fuck you, Zak!" everytime the producer credit shows up on the screen. (That cancel was intentional and you know it.) If you have been, or are, a fan of Destination Fear, please go give them love over on YouTube at "Project Fear." They'll be posting once they're done filming

[lucentparanormal]

Dakota Laden promises Destination Fear will continue, even if the show has to move to YouTube under a new name.

[justdianaz]

Seeing that both Chelsea and Dakota from project fear are Trump supporters is so disappointing. I loved their videos so much. I don’t know why not a lot more people are talking about it. Especially Sam and Colby fans. Who I feel like are more against this.

But what’s odd is tanner wiseman. Before I went to check their following. People were saying that tanner wiseman was the only supporter. But when I went to check his following this is what I saw.

[kaetiesmindpalace]

Your Turn to Roll--A Project Fear Fanfiction: Chapter 1-Character Creation

Chapter 2/2

One of your interests is a game called Dungeons and Dragons (DND), a table-top roleplaying game filled with daring fights, monstrous creatures, and numerous bonds you enrich through each session the story follows. With live play shows like Critical Role as well as media portrayal like in Stranger Things, DND has gained many new players in recent years. It is a topic you have brought up a ton to your friends Alex, Chelsea, Dakota, and Tanner as you wanted to tell them about the shenanigans that ensued during one of your sessions. 

On this particular day, you were going down a YouTube rabbit hole when a notification from your group chat came through. After pausing the video, you open your messages to see what was sent. 

“I finally looked more into Dungeons and Dragons since you’ve mentioned it a lot, and I got to say, I’m interested in trying it out,” Chelsea had sent. 

“Same,” the boys responded in quick succession of one another. 

“I’m so glad you’re interested in it! I can try to take a crack at running a game to help ease you guys into it all,” you quickly respond with a huge grin on your face. 

“You’ll surely do well with it,” Dakota encourages you. 

“Yeah, if anyone could do it, it would definitely be you,” Alex says. 

“Thanks guys. We will need to start off with character creation before going right into fighting things and other story elements. What day works the best for y’all?” you asked, already super pumped that your friends want to understand your interests just a bit more. 

“This Thursday I’m pretty free,” Tanner answers. 

“Same here,” Chelsea replies. 

“It would have to be after 6pm for me. Editing takes a lot of time,” Dakota specifies. 

“Thursday works for me,” Alex states. 

“Let’s try for 7pm on Thursday at my place then. Sound good?” you text back. 

“Sounds like a plan” they all respond. 

Thursday at 7pm came quickly and soon you were all around your table. You placed a character sheet in front of them as well as a pencil to start the process off. Once everything is set up, the group looks to you for further instructions. 

“Okay. I’m going to start by asking questions that will help you figure out what class your character will be. Think of a class almost as being what your job entails. Now, would you like to be able to use magic or not?” you explain before asking. 

“Magic would be cool,” Tanner says with a sparkle in his eye. 

“Yeah, it has always intrigued me in fiction,” Chelsea enthusiastically responds. 

“I definitely want to try using magic,” Dakota replies. 

“It’s interesting, but will it be complicated?” Alex asks. 

“I will admit, magic can be a hard part to understand in DND. We are starting at level one, so we can slowly understand it more and more as we go. I know someone who started playing DND with a spellcasting class and thoroughly enjoyed it. I also know someone who started off with a magic-using class and wished they hadn’t. I do not want to deter you from anything that interests you and will always help with any questions you have,” you clearly state. 

Alex nods before responding with, “I think I want to start off without magic then.” 

You smile before turning to the others to ask, “Do you still want to play spellcasters after hearing that it can be difficult? As I mentioned, I want you to play what interests you.” 

The three nod their heads before Chelsea replies with “I always like a challenge.” 

“Great! Since we already have one diverging from everyone else, are you guys alright with me helping Alex first and then come back to you guys for clarifying questions?” you inquire. 

You get nods from Alex, Dakota, and Chelsea, as well as a “Go for it,” from Tanner. 

Turning towards Alex, you question, “How would you describe the type of fighting you would want to do? Would you describe it like the Hulk? Using martial arts? Sneaky? Having archery or a long-distance focus? A variety of weapons and armor?” 

Alex ponders for a moment before replying with “I like the idea of a sneaky character.” 

“It seems like with that response that you would enjoy playing a rogue. I will pull up the rogue information from 5e.tools and you can start putting in that info onto your character sheet like proficiencies and features associated with level one. Abbreviate where you need to as this sheet is what you will use even as you level up. Wherever you have a choice to make, go for what interests you. Some parts like hit points and modifiers I will go over once everyone has figured out their race and class. Some of the choices you can hover over, and it will explain a bit more,” you expound while handing your laptop over to Alex. 

He quickly takes your computer, puts it down in front of him, and begins to write. You then pick up the spell list sheets and hand them to the other three, stating, “We will look at the sheet I am passing around later after figuring out more of your character, but I would rather hand them to you now to make sure you have it.” 

Dakota, Chelsea, and Tanner all put the spell sheet to the side and then focus back on you. 

“While I was working with Alex, did any of you think about where you’ve obtained your magic or how you would use it? It wasn’t a requirement for you guys to have done so, I will provide examples like I did for Alex when it came to fighting styles, but I thought I would ask,” you question. 

Tanner and Dakota shake their heads “no” before Chelsea speaks up, “There is a class that learns magic through school and books, right? I think I remember reading something about that and it intrigued me.” 

“Yes, wizards carry around a spell book of all the magic they have learned through the years and can even add to the book. Was that what you were thinking?” you respond. 

Chelsea nods her head, a glimmer of fascination in her eye. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but how should I denote expertise versus proficiency on something?” Alex asks. 

“I often use a check mark for expertise and just filling in the bubble for proficiency. You can do whatever helps you differentiate the two though and even make a note of what each thing means if that helps,” you mention. 

Alex nods yet again before quickly putting down the last of the rogue class information. Once he is done, he hands you back your laptop.  

You quickly click to the wizard information on the same site before handing the laptop over to Chelsea, saying, “I’ve pulled up the wizard information for you. You can start putting it onto your character sheet like proficiencies and features associated with level one.  As I mentioned before to Alex, wherever you have a choice to make, go for what interests you. Some of the choices you can hover over, and it will explain a bit more. We’ll go over hit points and modifiers later. Abbreviate wherever you see fit.” 

Chelsea immediately grabs your laptop and starts getting to work, allowing you to draw your attention to Dakota and Tanner. 

“Okay, spellcasters vary greatly. Some are born with it while some must specifically and continuously learn it, the latter being the wizard class that Chelsea chose. Some magic comes through nature while some comes through the arts like music. Some…” you start listing. 

“Wait. Magic can be connected to music?” Tanner interrupts. 

“Yes! A person from that class is called a bard and it is a very fun class to play, from my personal experience. Does that interest you?” you ask with a grin on your face. 

Tanner nods before continuing, “I like the idea a lot, but are they solely a spellcaster?” 

“All classes have a physical weapon of some sort, but people can create characters who almost always go for the spells rather than the weapon. For bard, there are a couple of subclasses down the line that focus more on combat with weapons rather than with spells if that is what you wish to do. You would still get magic no matter what route you go with when it comes to the bard class,” you state. 

“That’s something I would want to do,” Tanner tells you. 

You give him a thumbs up before turning to Chelsea to see her progress. She was just finishing the last part of her sentence before she clicks on something on the laptop and turns toward you with the computer in her hands, the bard page on 5e.tools already up. 

“Thought I could help set you up for the handoff,” Chelsea discloses. 

“Thank you,” you respond before handing the laptop off to Tanner, “You can start putting in the bard information onto your character sheet like proficiencies and features associated with level one. As I mentioned before, wherever you have a choice to make, go for what interests you. Some of the choices you can hover over, and it will explain a bit more. We’ll go over hit points and modifiers once everyone has a class and race. Abbreviate as you go since we’ll be using this sheet as you guys level up.” 

Promptly, Tanner takes the computer and begins jotting down the bard information. Dakota was the last one to figure out what class he should play. You bring your attention to him, ready to help him out. 

“Did any of the spellcaster descriptions I’ve given so far seem interesting to you or should I keep going? There are other spellcasting classes I haven’t described yet, so don’t fret if what you’ve heard so far isn’t interesting you,” you inquire. 

Dakota shakes his head “no,” so you continue, “What are your thoughts on having your magic being connected to a being?” 

“What do you mean?” Dakota asks with an inquisitive look. 

“Well, some classes are connected to gods and use their divine power to help. Some have made a deal with an entity which granted them their magic,” you reply. 

“Making a deal with an entity sounds…evil yet intriguing,” Dakota remarks. 

“Well, dealings with entities are not always evil. Yes, some deals are made just to gain more power, but some make deals to help themselves out of bad situations or to help those around them,” you clarify. 

“So, a deal could be made to prove oneself as capable of something?” Dakota questions. 

“Yes,” you simply state, “I’m assuming you’re asking these questions because that is the route that intrigues you the most. Is that correct?” 

Dakota nods. 

“The class that makes a deal with an entity to receive magic is called a warlock. It is one of two classes that picks its subclass at level one. So, what kind of being do you want to make a pact with? I can give examples, if need be,” you ask. 

Dakota ponders a bit before responding, “Maybe I’m essentially making myself, but are their entities that revolve around life and death?” 

“There are, and there is nothing wrong with essentially making yourself. I made the ideal version of myself in my first campaign, and most of my characters usually have a little bit of me in them too. For the patron, there are two subclass choices: The Undying and The Undead. The two are similar, with some small differences. I can pull up both of their information for you to compare and decide from there if you like,” you suggest. 

Dakota nods. As you are about to turn to see Tanner’s progress, your laptop is in front of your face. 

“I just finished and heard it was about time for the handoff,” Tanner says with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, returning the grin. 

You quickly pull up the warlock information, including the two subclasses, before handing the computer off to Dakota for his turn to jot down his class information on his character sheet, making note to abbreviate words as he goes so he can continue to have room on his character sheet as the adventure continues. 

“Sorry for the wait in between everything, I am just trying to get everyone on the same page,” you apologize to the others. 

“We get it, don’t worry about us,” Chelsea states. 

“This is a learning process for us, so it’s understandable that we’re taking even character creation slowly,” Alex joins in. 

You nod your head in acknowledgment at your friends’ responses before continuing, “That’s great to hear. Thinking back to what Dakota noticed about his choices, do you think you are creating a fantasy version of yourself or some completely different person?” 

The three waiting for the next step start thinking before looking at one another and laughing a bit. 

“I think I’m unintentionally creating myself too,” Tanner states. 

“Same,” Alex and Chelsea reply in unison. 

“As I said, there is nothing wrong with that. This could help with your character backstories if you want,” you mention. 

Dakota looks up from writing at that moment, stating, “I think I’ll go with The Undying as my patron. Also, I like the idea of these characters being us. Maybe we’re Project Fear in this world too!” before continuing to write. 

Chelsea, Tanner, and Alex nod their head in agreement before stating almost simultaneously, “I like that idea.” 

“Having your characters already know each other helps with why you all would come together for the adventure. Seeing as you guys like the idea of being Project Fear in the game, a shared background may help support that. We can discuss this more after y’all figure out your races as well,” you mention. 

That is the moment when Dakota finished writing and handed you back your computer. Taking it from his hands, you look at your friends to see anticipation and wonder in their expressions as they await what is next.  

You place your laptop on the table in front of you before saying, “Alright. One part, done. Next is race. I want to make it clear that because you’ve mentioned that you’re making yourselves that you don’t automatically have to make your character human. Again, do what interests you. There are a lot more options for races compared to the class you play, so this may take a little bit. Do any of you have an idea of a fantasy race you would want to play? If it has been in a fictional fantasy world before, then it is highly likely that you can play it.” 

“I want to play a vampire!” Dakota exclaims. 

“While vampires can be in a game of DND, they are not a playable race,” you mention, noticing a frown on Dakota’s face, “but, there is a race that is part vampire called a dhampir which is playable. Let me pull up that information for you.” 

Dakota smiles hearing that he could play something close to what he wanted rather than the idea being scraped completely. You pull up the dhampir information on 5e.tools before giving the laptop back to Dakota. 

“You could have kept the laptop had we known you would be the first to figure out the race you wanted to play, but hindsight is 20-20. For ability score improvements, leave the additions next to your ability spaces as they will be accounted for once you figure stats out. Dhampirs are more customizable with where these score improvements go, so I would suggest looking at your saving throw proficiencies as a guide on where they could go. For reference, a size medium creature would be around our size while a small creature is almost child size,” you clarify a bit. 

Dakota yet again takes the laptop before jotting down the information onto his character sheet.  

Again, you turn back to the rest of the group before proceeding, “What about you guys? Any fantasy races that have interested you in the past?” 

“An elf would be interesting,” Chelsea states. 

“I was thinking the same thing,” Alex responds soon after. 

“Lucky for you, elf is a playable race. We will need to narrow down which type of elf you would like to play as there are a few subraces of them. Some of the subraces may go along well with your class choice. Is that a route you would want to go?” you question Alex and Chelsea. 

The two look at each other with agog expressions before turning their gazes back at you. 

“I…I didn’t expect there to be options when it came to elves, so I’m down to hear your suggestions,” Alex replies. 

Chelsea nods her head at what Alex told you, agreeing with what he had to say. 

“Okay, do you have a preference as to who I suggest a subrace to first?” you ask. 

“I think Chelsea should go before me as I went first when it came to picking my class,” Alex suggests. 

“Sounds good to me,” Chelsea agrees. 

“Alright. Chelsea, I would suggest going with a high elf. They are often noted as having a keen mind as well as knowing a decent bit about magic. To me, that seems like a decent fit for a wizard,” you propose. 

“I like the sounds of this,” Chelsea responds while nodding. 

Seeing the lull in the conversation, Dakota pipes up from his writing, “I noticed for dhampirs that they could originally be of a different race. I was reading more into some of the races and Kalashtar seemed interesting. Since that race doesn’t provide other proficiencies or other movement speeds, could I choose the Quori language to know?” 

“By all means go for it,” you answer. 

Dakota quickly finishes up his writing before handing the laptop back to you. Before handing the laptop to Chelsea, you click on the high elf information.  

“Elves do live a lot longer than humans, so if you want to go down the route of these characters being you, then add maybe 100 years onto your actual age. As mentioned with Dakota, for ability score improvements, leave the additions next to your ability spaces as they will be accounted for once you figure stats out,” you place the laptop in front of her before pointing to the references tab, “Here you’ll be able to find the languages tab and can look at the other possibilities available to your character that is offered for high elves.” 

Chelsea starts to jot down the high elf information, leading you to bring your attention to Alex. 

“For you, I was thinking the mark of shadow elf. They gain some bonuses for sneaking. With these bonuses, you will get a very tiny bit of magic: a cantrip and a once per long rest use of a spell when you hit level three. Is that alright?” you inquire. 

“What would the spell and cantrip be?” Alex asks. 

“The cantrip is called minor illusion. You could create a sound or an image with it, which could come in handy if you need some form of distraction for sneaking around. The spell you would learn at level three would be invisibility, which I think is self-explanatory. Had you chosen a spellcasting class, you’d have access to more spells and such,” you explain. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but what is the difference between a cantrip and a spell?” Tanner asks. 

“You don’t have to apologize for that; it’s an excellent question. Cantrips don’t need any preparation and can be cast at will. Spells, on the other hand, need some preparation such as a certain amount of time or materials needed for it to work. Spells can be cast at a limited amount per short or long rest, depending on the class you chose, while cantrips have no limits on the number of times you can use it,” you clarify. 

“I like the idea of having a tiny bit of magic since it did interest me. It won’t be as overwhelming as a class that has many spells and cantrips I feel,” Alex acknowledges with a smile. 

“Glad to hear it,” you reply. 

At that moment, Chelsea finished what she was writing. Before handing the laptop back to you, she clicked on what you were assuming to be the mark of shadow elf page, much like she clicked on the bard page after writing down the wizard information on her character sheet. With the laptop now in your hand, you can see that your assumption was right. 

“Thanks for setting it up again,” you thank her with a nod before handing it over to Alex. 

“Don’t mention it,” she replies with a smile. 

With the resources in front of him, Alex begins jotting down the mark of shadow elf information onto his character sheet. 

“Just a reminder that elves do live a lot longer than humans, so if you want to go down the route of these characters being you, then add maybe 100 years onto your actual age. As mentioned before, for ability score improvements, leave the additions next to your ability spaces as they will be accounted for once you figure stats out,” you remind Alex, who nods at your comment while continuing to write. 

The last to figure out their character’s race is Tanner, so you quickly turn towards him.  

“When looking more into DND, I ended up going down a rabbit hole of playable races. It seemed so intriguing that there is such a variety. Now, I don’t remember all of them, but I do remember that some can fly, and that intrigued me the most,” he mentions before you could ask any clarifying questions. 

It seemed that everyone was a bit shocked by Tanner’s admission, but you could not be happier knowing that your friends were well and truly trying to understand a game you love so much. 

With a smile glued to your face, you proceed with “That’s great to hear that you found some interest when trying to understand DND a bit more. You are right, there are a few races that can fly. I will need to ask a few clarifying questions to narrow it down a little more. First question: would you rather be a small creature or a medium creature? As I mentioned with Dakota, a small creature is roughly the size of a child while medium is around our size.” 

Tanner ponders for a moment before responding, “I rather like my own height, so medium creature.” 

“Okay. Now, would you want to look like an animal? Some of the flying races look like birds,” you question. 

Again, Tanner takes some time to think before saying, “I don’t think so. If I’m going down the route of playing a version of myself, I’d rather look more like me.” 

You nod your head, narrowing down the options quickly, before asking, “Alright, how far away from looking like yourself are you willing to go? There are 2 possible options left, each diverging at least a little bit from the standard human appearance.” 

“I think sticking as close to looking like myself as possible would mean no extra appendages like a tail,” Tanner replies after taking a moment. 

“Well, we narrowed it down to the protector aasimar then. They have partial lineage to celestial beings like gods and angels. I think it is fitting that we ended up here as aasimars have healing capabilities outside of the class they choose and you’re always one to help your friends like when you were booking it to Chelsea at Randolph County Infirmary. Protector aasimar cannot fly all the time though, I hope that that is okay,” you explain. 

“Is it like how Alex will get a once per rest spell at a certain level due to being a mark of shadow elf?” Tanner asks. 

“Yes, exactly like that. Having your wings out will give extra damage on an attack or spell, so they limit the use of it,” you answer. 

 Noticing that Alex has long since finished jotting down his character’s racial information, you grab the laptop back and bring up the protector aasimar information. The hand off of the computer and a reminder to leave racial ability score improvements next to their subsequent boxes happen shortly after, leaving a moment of respite. You look around the table at your friends, joy overflowing from you. Your friends are inching closer and closer to playing DND with you with every choice they make, and you could not be happier that they were all willing to try it out. 

“How much more do we have left?” Dakota asks, grabbing your attention. 

“Once Tanner is finished writing down his character’s race, what is left would be your character’s background, your ability scores/proficiencies, and spells for our spellcasters. You’ve mostly figured out your backstories as you’ve already mentioned wanting to be Project Fear in this world too. I know it seems like a lot, but there was the thought of you all having the same background so we would not need to go one-by-one,” you expound. 

Everyone nods their head at what you said and soon enough, Tanner is finished with his character information. The laptop is soon returned to you and your friends wait with bated breaths to hear what you have to say next. 

“Next up is background. This is what your character was before adventuring and can tie into the adventure as well. Since you guys were thinking of being Project Fear, could I suggest one that might fit all of you?” you inquire. 

You get a nod from the four of them before continuing, “One background is called the entertainer. I think it may be self-explanatory on what that would be like. Do you think this would be the right background for all of you?” 

The crew look at one another before they all respond with a resounding “Yes!” 

You chuckle a little bit before asking, “Since there is only one computer, would you rather all look at the information together on the laptop, have me read it out, or if you want to search for it on your phones, you are more than happy to. I know we didn’t start out with the other decisions with everyone’s electronics out, but I didn’t want you guys being too overwhelmed with the many options.” 

“I’m fine with using my phone for this,” Dakota states. 

“Same here. Plus, don’t worry about only now having us use our electronics, we get it after hearing all the questions you asked to help narrow everything down,” Alex responds. 

“Exactly! I’ll use my phone as well,” Tanner replies. 

With a quick look at her phone, Chelsea responds, “My phone is almost dead. Can I use the laptop?” 

“Go right ahead,” you say while handing the computer to her before continuing, “For those using your phones, the site is 5e.tools. From there, click on the icon with the word ‘backgrounds’ on it. Then, you will scroll through the options until you find ‘entertainer’ which then you will click on and write down the information. One of your tool proficiencies as an entertainer is a musical instrument, but I am fine with you guys having it be some form of paranormal equipment that you use on the show if you so wish. Also, your equipment section will mention that you have a favor of an admirer. This can be as simple as the Project Fear bracelet or your cross necklace. It does not need to be like one of the examples listed.” 

As soon as you are finished explaining everything, the quartet starts writing down all the necessary information. This gives you a moment to think about the campaign. You know you need to have the paranormal somehow involved, especially with how they still want to stick to being Project Fear. Maybe make it so for some reason ghosts aren’t appearing anymore? Nah, that would limit their abilities and seem unfair. A necromancer controlling all the ghosts? That feels like a campaign many people have probably done before. 

Your thoughts were cut short when the dull thump of four pencils hit the table as you felt all eyes back on you. 

“Okay, next up is figuring out our attributes, which directly ties into our proficiencies, hit points, armor class, and initiative. We will be using a system called twenty-seven-point buy. Each of the six attributes starts at an eight. You have twenty-seven points to add to your attributes. The maximum any of these attributes can be before adding in racial bonuses is fifteen. Remember what your proficient saving throws are to gauge where a score should be its highest and where you may not need to add much to. Constitution affects your hit points, so I would suggest at least adding a couple points there. There will be more to explain afterwards. You can use your phones, the laptop, or if you have scrap paper like the back of the spell sheet to calculate everything before putting in the information.” 

With that, the crew start to figure out their stats. Part way through, Dakota looks up at you and asks, “There are two spaces per area for the attributes. Why is that?” 

“That’s an excellent question. One spot is for your attribute score while the other is for its modifier. There is no right way to put either number in, though I have heard many people put the modifier in the box and the score into the oval. The modifier is used for proficiencies and skills and is derived from the attribute score,” you describe. 

“So how do we figure out the modifier?” Chelsea inquires. 

“To get your modifier, you subtract ten from your attribute score, divide that number by two, and round it down. The modifier is what the skills associated with an attribute will be, as well as the saving throw. If you are proficient with something, you add your proficiency bonus to the modifier. At level one, the proficiency bonus is a plus two. For expertise, the proficiency bonus is doubled and then added to the modifier,” you clarify. 

The crew nod their heads while continuing to calculate and write down their modifiers, allowing you to think more about the campaign yet again. You have an idea on a non-player character (NPC) to add to the campaign who may give them their over-arching mission. The idea of a banished bard trying to free himself from wrongful exile and persecution after previously being considered a hero seems like an interesting jump off. Possibly an overarching theme of not everything is as it seems or even don’t judge a book by its cover seems like a good work around. But where to start the party off with trying to help said bard? 

Again, the clicking of pencils hitting the table is what draws you back from your imagination. You look at the crew and say, “Alright. Next few steps will be easier. Look at the spot labelled ‘initiative.’ This will be added into your roll when figuring out the turn order of a combat. You will add your dexterity modifier in this space.” 

With quick nods, the crew jot down the number and allow you to continue, “That same modifier will help you figure out your armor class, which is the number an enemy needs to meet or beat to do damage. Leather armor is eleven plus your Dex modifier while no armor is ten plus the modifier.” 

The crew make rapid calculations, write down the number, and await further instructions from you.  

“We’re close to being done with character creation. This step will be the last one for Alex to hear instructions from. One of the most important numbers to know from your character sheet is your maximum hit points. Much like a video game, this number determines your health status in and out of combat. Hitting zero means you are unconscious, meaning you will be rolling death saving throw to see if your character does die or gets stabilized. 3 failed saves, meaning rolling nine or lower, equal death. Your party can still heal you in your unconscious state, bringing you back up into the fight. To determine your level one HP, look at what your hit die is. The highest number will be used plus your constitution modifier. For other levels, you will roll the hit die and add your con modifier to determine hit points with the average number being the minimum for this campaign,” you explain. 

In the blink of an eye, the crew notes their hit points. Alex places his pencil down and reclines back in his chair, finally done with his sheet. 

You chuckle a bit before looking to Dakota, Chelsea, and Tanner and stating, “The last step that I will explain is spell sheets. You each have a certain number of cantrips and spells that you know per level. It varies per class. I’m not sure if you had noted down these numbers exactly, so you can go back to 5e.tools to look it over again should you need it. As mentioned earlier when Tanner asked about it, cantrips have no limit on how often you can use it. With that in mind, have at least one offensive cantrip in case you run out of spell slots. Luckily, 5e.tools does allow you to look at all the spells available to your class as well. You don’t need to write down the exacts, just note their name on the sheet and you can refer to the information online. I still require looking up how spells work, even after playing for years, so don’t think poorly on yourself for not knowing everything.”  

You notice the trio quickly get to work on the devices they were using before jotting down numbers of spell slots and names of cantrips and spells their character would know. You turn your attention towards Alex and copy his relaxed position. 

“Seem interesting so far? I know this has been a lot of information to take in,” you ask. 

“It was a lot, but it seems like it will be fun. You can never go wrong with fantasy I feel,” Alex replies. 

“Well, that’s good at least. Once we get into actual gameplay, the fun will pick up. Interacting with a character and daring fights can get your blood pumping. Some people go to the extent of giving their character a voice other than their own and start physically embodying their character like hunching over. Now, none of this is expected out of anyone, and since you guys are playing yourselves, it wouldn’t make sense to give your character a different voice. If you continue to play DND after this campaign and think that would add more fun into your gameplay, then go for it,” you expound. 

“We’ll have to see. From all the stories you’ve mentioned, I think I’ll enjoy it, but I do not know how far I’ll go to get into a character,” Alex responds. 

The two of you sit in silence for a couple of moments more before Dakota, Chelsea, and Tanner finish writing their spells down.  

Once all the writing is done, you speak up again, “That will be the last thing I will make you do with me today. We mentioned having connecting backstories as you all are continuing to be Project Fear in this game, so during some of your free time you can collaborate and write those details down. You can keep simple bullet points, write a paragraph, or some people go to the extent of writing many pages of backstory. As level one, I will say that backstory would be a bit limited when it comes to fighting big beasts. For example, if you were to go fight a dragon now, you all would be dead in one shot. Ghosts and ghouls are potential enemies in the DND world, and at level one, fighting them would also be deadly. That isn’t to say you couldn’t have seen them or talked to them but fighting them would be unlikely where you currently are at.” 

The group smiles at you and nod their heads in acknowledgment. 

Before you could ask them, Tanner asks, “So when should we meet next?” 

“I was just about to ask that,” you chuckle before continuing, “Does Thursdays at 7pm generally work for you guys? I know things can happen last minute, but is this a time that is usually available?” 

The crew think for a moment before all nodding their heads and saying some variation of the word “yes.” 

“Alright, so 7pm on Thursday it is. See you then,” you confirm before letting them go. 

You could vaguely hear them muttering to one another as they headed to their cars to leave. Seems that they can’t wait for next week to arrive. 

In the meantime, you have session one to plan out for them. 

[fearfully-fiction]

Ashmore Estates-Alex Schroeder x Reader

word count:2,395

warnings: nothing really, light fluff, mentions of fear of heights

summary: Based off of season 4, episode 6 of DF. so all credit goes to the crew, the show, and the channel/network. It is Alex's turn to choose a location and everyone is in anticipation. And the pit stop he's chosen may or may not be something you're comfortable with.

Part one of my new series is here! I do truly hope you enjoy it and are excited about this series. I'm sorry if these get put out slower than usual, I just started school, so just bear with me.

I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

-M.G

(gif not mine!)

You sat in the RV on the way to a location unknown as per usual. Though knowing it was Alex’s turn to pick the location was quite nerve-wracking. He hadn’t let you in on anything, not even the slightest detail. The one thing you did know, was that he was very excited about it, and that scared you even more. Nothing about this seemed normal, and you were dying to know where he was taking you. 

You looked at him and sighed. “Al-” you started. “Nope, no, I’m not saying a thing,” he interrupted you, knowing exactly what you were going to ask him. You huffed and crossed your arms. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” you said to him and it was his turn to sigh. “Seriously? You’ve asked only about 8 million times in the last 31 hours,” he scoffed. Chelsea, tanner, and Dakota chuckled. “I'm with her on this, I want a hint of some sort,” Chelsea said and looked at Alex with a raised brow. “Not until later,” Alex stuck to his plan. “You’re no fun,” you whined and poked his arm. “I’m fun, I have a great spot for you guys to stop at while I tell everyone about the location,” he informed you and tossed an arm over your shoulder. 

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the place and got out of the RV. “I’m small enough compared to you giants. What is this place?” you questioned and looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. Everyone laughed and tanner ruffled your hair, you swatted his hand away. “You’ll have fun I promise,” Alex said and kissed the top of your head. 

“Oh hush, I know I will. I’m with these two fools, and Chelsea of course,” you said and nudged her side and she laughed softly. Tanner and Dakota looked at you in mock offense. “Fools?” they questioned simultaneously. “Fools,” you confirmed with a large grin. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Dakota said. You noticed that he was about to run and so of course you sprinted away from him. You could hear him running after you and you laughed breathlessly. About halfway across the parking lot he caught you and picked you up and spun you around until you begged him to stop. You let out a yelp and laughed as he set you down, trying to gain your balance back. “I still think you’re a fool,” you whispered and he looked at you with a look as if saying ‘what did you say?’. “I said nothing,” you said and shrugged before quickly walking back to the group. 

“Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit, go have fun on big objects,” he gestured to what was in front of him and behind you. You chuckled before kissing his cheek. “Love you, Alex,” you said while watching him walk away. 

“Shall we?” you asked and pointed to the attraction. “We shall,” Tanner answered and you chuckled before linking arms with Chelsea and making your way back across the parking lot. 

As you walked across the lot you saw a large chair and to your surprise a mailbox. “Imagine the packages you could get in there!” Chelsea said and you laughed. “For some reason, I feel the need to climb that chair despite my crippling fear of heights,” you pointed out and directed the camera toward the chair. “I’d pay to see that,” Tanner laughed and so did you. “You just want to see me fall off of it,” you jabbed back and he looked at you with a hurt expression. “Is that what you think?” he asked in surprise. “That’s just what I know,” you smiled brightly at him. He grinned at you, “Alright, alright, you know me too well,” he said. “I know,” you said and they laughed. 

You walked further in and came across a giant pencil. “Look at the pencil!” Tanner exclaimed and you chuckled. “Tanner we finally found something that is taller than you!” you proclaimed excitedly. He tossed a glare your way while Chelsea and Dakota laughed. Chelsea jumped to try and touch the eraser and when she couldn’t you decided to try. “Ok, wait! I need to try!” you said and set your camera down. You stood under the pencil and did a couple of test hops before you jumped as high as you could. Ultimately not reaching your goal. “Damn it,” you huffed and they all shook their heads. “Sorry, I guess you’re just too small,” Dakota teased you and you glared at him. “Don’t worry I couldn’t do it either,” Chels reminded you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“Oh my gosh, it’s a big ass bird cage!” you enthusiastically pointed at it before running toward it. “It has a swing!” you said excitedly and sat down on the seat before swinging yourself back and forth. “She is so easily entertained, I don’t understand honestly,” Tanner shook his head. “Right, I mean, it’s just a swing,” Dakota said. “I think it’s cute,” Chelsea said as she watched you happily swing in the cage. 

“Alright, move, we want to swing too,” Dakota said and you got off of the swing so they could sit down. Chelsea hopped on the side of it and you smiled. “This is like, the cutest thing we’ve ever done,” Dakota stated and you chuckled a bit. “Not gonna lie here, you guys do look adorable right now,” you said and smiled at them. “I need pictures!” you exclaimed before holding your phone with one hand and taking a few pictures of them. “I need a picture with everyone,” you said. They all sighed jokingly. “C’mon, you know you love me,” you joked and they all agreed. 

Tanner sat on the swing and you hopped on behind him. You had a foot on either side of him as you held on so you wouldn’t fall. You both smiled widely as Chelsea took the picture. Next up, it was you and Dakota. It was an awkward and hard-to-hold pose but you made it work. You were determined to be taller than him and so you sat on your knees on the swing right next to him. He had his arm around your waist to steady you as you rested your head atop his. Your smiles were wide as you tried not to laugh and fall off. He helped you down and next it was you and Chelsea. Seeing as you never wanted a normal pose you and Chelsea both stood on the swing. “We better get this before we both fall off,” she joked and you laughed loudly and smiled over at her. And later on, you found that that was the picture. You smiling over at her while she smiled at the camera. It was one of your favorite pictures you had with her. 

Dakota was the last one on the swing, and Chelsea took the opportunity to close the cage door. “I’ve always just wanted to-” she spoke as she shut the door on him. And you all laughed. “He makes a great bird,” Chelsea joked and you laughed loudly. “A beautiful bird,” you agreed teasingly. 

“Now, to ascend the giant mailbox!” you declared and they chuckled. You all made your way up to the top and you smiled at the view from up there. 

“What do you think Alex is talking about right now?” Dakota wondered aloud. “Probably the usual,” you shrugged. “Yeah, probably something depressing and scary,” Tanner added and you softly laughed. “It has to be that,” you pointed over at him and smiled. “Ok, I think the adrenaline of climbing a giant mailbox has worn off. I’m literally about to panic. Can we get down now?” you questioned and they all nodded. “Right, c’mon let’s get you back onto the ground,” Tanner said and took your hand to guide you back down.

As you walked back down to the parking lot to meet up with your boyfriend you smiled at the thought of him being so excited. 

You saw him by the RV and took off in a light sprint. He chuckled at you and opened his arms for you. You crashed into him and he huffed at the impact, laughing breathlessly as he kept you both from falling over. “Hey, babe,” he said and he heard your muffled hello against his neck. You pulled back and smiled up at him. “Did you have fun?” he asked, and you nodded your head. “Yeah, I did. Got lots of good pictures too,” you told him giddily and he smiled at how happy you looked. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Good, I’m glad,” he said and hugged you close again. 

The others joined you and you smiled brightly at them, “ready guys?” you asked and they all nodded before following you into the RV. You sat next to Alex on the couch and Chelsea sat down next to you. Alex tossed his arm around your shoulder to fit you snuggly against his side, and to make more room for Chelsea. 

It was a few minutes into the journey when everyone turned their cameras back on. “Alex is in control!” Dakota exclaimed and you smiled up at him. “You have a little pep in your step today,” Chelsea teasingly pointed out and you chuckled. “We’re all excited. It’s not just me,” Alex said and you laughed. “Everyone’s excited about this,” he added and you shook your head. “What?” Tanner asked, “Honestly, like you couldn’t actually believe that,” you joked and looked at him. 

“Let’s do a poll. Tanner, how do you feel about Alex picking?” Dakota asked. “Not very comfortable in the slightest,” He states and you nod in agreement. “That’s only one out of the four. Dakota?” he asked his friend. “I’m nervous as hell,” he expressed and you smiled. “And Chelsea?” Alex asked. “You freak me out a little bit, man,” Chelsea answered and you chuckled. “Ok, y/n?” he questioned you. “Honestly, you’re being a little too excited for me to be excited about this,” you told him, “your excitement scares me,” you said and he chuckled. 

“You keep smiling like something is up,” Chelsea stated. Alex shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes. “Oh no,” you mumbled and he smiled down at you. “I’m just gonna break it to you guys right now. For my haunted location, we will be doing solos the entire night, with no flashlights,” he broke the news and your jaw dropped a bit.  “What is wrong with you?” you question in exasperation. Everyone groaned in protest, “That’s the worst idea ever,” Tanner complained. 

“I just don’t know Alex, about your decisions, your ideas,” Chelsea said to him and you chuckled. “I’m with Chelsea here, the things you do for your locations can be questionable,” you said and everyone snickered. 

“We are in the middle of nowhere, like, where the hell are you taking us?” Dakota queried. 

“We have been sitting in this RV for a very long time now, and I do have something planned for us. Right now we are on our way to an abandoned grain silo that has been renovated into a rock-climbing facility,” Alex explained his plan for you all. “How tall is this?” Tanner asked. 

“The tallest one is about 65 feet,” Alex said and your eyes widened. “This sounds pretty intimidating,” Dakota said and you nodded your head. “Very intimidating, I hate heights,” you told him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m sorry babe, but there is a competition involved. Whoever gets up the highest will win this competition and it may or may not tip the odds in your favor for the overnight,” Alex informed you. “Damn it, you know how competitive I am,” you shook your head. He squeezed you tightly and kissed your head. 

“So, like, whoever wins, whoever gets the highest won’t have to do a solo?” Dakota asked hopefully. “No, no, no, no. That’s funny. That’s really funny,” Alex said and you lightly hit his chest. “That would be a great reward for me,” Dakota spoke up again. “What is it?” you asked Alex. “Let’s just say, you are going to want to try and get to the top. You wanna win, trust me,” he told you. “I definitely don’t trust you but ok,” you countered.

“I don’t know what’s scarier. Climbing this high in an abandoned silo, or not winning the contest,” Dakota said. 

You put your cameras down and you sighed. You were nervous about climbing so high. You hated heights and Alex knew this about you, but he also knew how competitive you were and obviously hoped that would outweigh your fear. Surprise, surprise: it didn’t. 

You didn’t want to do this, and honestly, you didn’t trust Alex’s little advantage. You knew him a bit too well, to know that it was something good. 

He looked down at you and noticed your brow begin furrowed. He lifted his hand and let his thumb smooth out the crease between your eyebrows. Your eyes darted up to look at him when you felt his touch. “What’s up babe, you ok?” he asked and you instinctively leaned closer to him. “I just really hate heights,” you said and rested your head on his shoulder. “You’ll be ok babe, I won’t let anything happen ok, and if you feel like you need to come back down that’s fine, you know no one will be upset with you,” he explained to you and stroked your hair to soothe you. “I know, I just- I hate losing too,” you said and he laughed softly. “I know babe, maybe Dakota will give up before you,” Alex joked and it was your turn to laugh quietly. 

“I heard that,” Dakota said and you laughed again. “Sorry, Dak,” you said and he rolled his eyes. You hid your face in Alex’s shoulder as you laughed quietly and he smiled down at you. “ I love you (y/n),” Alex spoke softly. “I love you too Alex,” you said and leaned up to kiss him softly. 

The rest of the drive was short, and as you came to a stop you looked outside and sighed. “Oh shit,” you mumbled to yourself knowing that your fear would eventually kick in. 

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DESTINATION FEAR | Winchester Mystery House / Old Historic Harriman Hospital: "You disappeared."

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Cresson Sanatorium Pt 1 (Alex Schroeder x Reader)

Summary: Reader joins the Destination Fear team on the investigation at Cresson Sanatorium.

Pairing: Alex Schroeder x Reader

Word Count: 2889

Authors Note: This took me way too long to get out but here it is! Hope you enjoy and I hope to get the second part out soon if not right after the holidays. Also if you want more Destination Fear fics I highly recommend @fearfully-fiction , they are what inspired me to write a DF fic in the first place.

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It was the day before we leave Las Vegas for the beginning of a new road trip, my first with the Destination Fear gang. I was no stranger to the paranormal though, after all I met Dakota while we worked for Ghost Adventures. It wasn't until I started seeing Alex that I made the decision to join the gang as their equipment tech and assistant.

Up stairs I could hear the guys still packing. I had my bag ready a few days ago so I could focus my attention on packing up all the gear. 

"Look at all these cases." Dakota comments drawing my attention over to him from the spare batteries I was loading into a case. "And there is our new equipment tech, (Y/N)."

You wave at the phone he was holding in his hands. "This is all our stuff!" Alex exclaimed looking at all the cases ready to be loaded up. He walked over to my side and pressed a light kiss to my temple causing me to slightly scrunch up my nose at the scratching of his facial hair against my skin. "I can not wait to have another girl around." I joked pushing by the two males to go grab my phone to text Chelsea to see how her packing was going.

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As we were within twenty miles from the location cameras were passed out to everyone, including myself for b-real. I climbed up into the bunk above the front seats and aimed my camera down at the main four who were ready to begin filming.

When Dakota starts explaining how sleeping and solos would be restricted by lack of flashlights, my mouth opens and closes at the thought of being stuck alone in the dark like that. "Definitely not a good idea. Someone's gonna hurt themselves." I commented quietly as the others did, but I think Alex was the only one who heard since he looked over with a reassuring smile. "The rule applies to everybody. Me too, and even (Y/N) if she gets involved." Dakota confirms Chelsea's point that the challenge is for everyone. 

Dakota hands out their blind folds and I climb down to get a shot of the location as the RV pulls in. I can hear the group putting their blind folds on and I couldn’t stop the gasp from coming out at how large the location was. "Dakota this is insane!" I called back getting mixed reactions in return.

Dakota took everyone's cameras while I handed them each the "care package" that included their walkie, a device to interact with, a flashlight for the packet read, and an extra battery for the camera. I stayed in the RV filming Tanner and Chelsea as Dakota took Alex to his secret location. Watching the way they jumped when Dakota yanked the door open, calling for his sister made me laugh. The two left and soon it was just Tanner and I.

"Is the place big?" He asked and I just hummed a yes in response. "Man, you are so lucky you aren't a part of this secret room thing." 

"Well someone has to make sure you guys have everything you need. Besides, it's not like I won't be inside. I just won't be in any of the overly active areas… I think." Tanner laughed at my uneasiness but we kept casual conversation until Dakota came back. 

The three of us left the RV together. I walked part of the way in the snow with them before splitting off to the gear room. I had a camping lantern on with my walkie next to it. I placed the camera I had been holding down also facing not only myself but most of the room and gear cases behind me. I pulled out my own copy of the packet while I waited. I was told that the building I was in was the least haunted in the location so I shouldn’t be bothered but it still made me nervous. 

The walkie crackled before Dakota’s voice could be heard, “Alright guys, you can take off your blind folds now.”

“I’m in the freaking tunnel system.” Chelsea’s voice sounded out soon after and I gasped, grabbing my walkie to comment, “That is so mean of you to do to your sister.”

Dakota ignored the comments and went on with his instructions. “Underneath your chair you will find a packet. Feel free to open that packet right now and find out where we’re at.”

“Cresson Sanatorium and Prison.” I read out looking at my own packet.

“This could possibly be the most terrifying place in the country.” Dakota states

“Not a good start.” Chelsea responds to her brother.

“Love how this is the first place I join you at.” I comment sarcastically and I can just picture the smile on Alex’s face at my comment.

“You worked with Zak, you can handle this. Now, Chelsea, if you want to read the first paragraph.” Dakota laughs at me before moving on. The four of them went through the packet read, while I silently listened. I mentally wished everyone good luck in all of their haunted locations. I followed the team in darkness by turning off the lantern and sitting in the dark.

My eyes had started to scan around the room. With a light up watch I was able to check the time and it was nearly 10:40pm  when I thought I heard a knocking. “Real funny D.” I sigh just assuming that it was Dakota messing with me. But when he didn’t respond I knew it wasn’t my friend knocking. I instantly turned to my camera. “Hopefully that knocking was caught on camera.”

Dakota jump scared me as he spoke over the walkie. “Hey guys, it’s Dakota. We have been in our arrangements for close to three hours. It’s almost midnight. You guys wanna pack up your stuff, and come meet me in the courtyard? You can use your flashlights now, to get out.” 

I turned on the lantern and moved to check the battery of the camera which needed to be changed. I was in the middle of changing the battery when I heard the knocking again. This time it sounded like it was down the hall. I moved to the doorway and stuck my head out looking around only to be met with the door opening at the others coming in. 

“Were you guys just knocking?” I asked the four as they entered the building. “No, did you hear something?” Chelsea asked as we all went into the room I had already begun setting up. “Twice actually, I heard some knocking.” I explained taking the chance to give Alex a hug. “By the way, thank you so much for the extra battery. I ended up needing to change mine.” Tanner thanked as he and Dakota laid some things out on a table. “No problem.” 

With the gear room set up I picked up my camera and started to record again. I walked next to Alex to the Children’s Ward with the rest of the group, pockets full of extra batteries. As we approached and saw the creepy building in the night with little to no light gave me the creeps. “Did I ever mention that I don’t trust children's spirits?” I mention off handedly thinking of all the negative entities that will try to manipulate people by pretending to be a child. 

“Yes you have, darling.” Alex chuckled softly looking slightly down at me as Tanner turned to point his camera at us. “This is where you were Alex?” He asked, gaining a nod from my boyfriend in response. “Yeah.”

I tended to trail slightly behind the four trying to keep them all in frame as best as I could. Dakota was asking for the mimic to actually copy one of our voices and the thought of that just made me uneasy to the point I kept looking around myself. We were probably wandering the building for about an hour before I finally spoke up, “Does anyone else get the feeling that we’re being watched right now?” 

“I do. Like it’s getting a feel for us being here.” Alex agreed, panning his camera over at me as he looked through the viewfinder.

Entering the morgue was like an instant shiver down my spine. After spending time in the morgue area and doing an EVP session we began to head back upstairs when we all heard the same thing. Three knocks made us all jump and turn, me being at the end kind of shifted towards the middle of the group as I realized that it was the same rhythm of the knocks I had been hearing. 

“That was like three..” Dakota began and his sister finishes, “Knocks.”

“Yeah. Knocks. Like really loud knocks.” Dakota nods passing to go investigate the noise. As they discussed the knocking I subconsciously moved closer to Alex, his presence next to me being a huge comfort. Chelsea repeated the type of knock we heard and I closed my eyes letting out a sigh. “Guys, that’s the same knocking I’ve been hearing all night. It’s just a lot louder now.”

Alex looked at me before turning to the others. “When I was here earlier I said, if there’s a mimicry thing up here repeat this. And I did that knock.” Al even went and repeated the knock he did, the same knock that I heard earlier and the one we all just heard.

We followed the direction of the noise to the tunnels. Now knowing that it was most likely the mimic leading us there, I was set on not leaving Alex’s side unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Even with having the lights on our cameras the tunnels were still eerily dark. Alex and I walked at the back of the group, honestly my current footage probably sucked since I was stuck behind Tanner. We had been walking the tunnels for a while, occasionally, the team would stop to make comments. Currently we were stopped right by the chapel which I used the moment to quickly change the battery on my camera. Everyone had a shared feeling of weirdness so Dakota asked me for the Ovilus and I passed it forward after taking it from the bag on my back.

He explained the device for the camera before passing it to his sister. As we began to move again I stepped back to get footage of the four of them walking down the tunnel. As Dakota asked about the entity that was mimicking Alex, my boyfriend turned his head to look at me and I could see how uneasy he was so I stepped closer to him. Holding out my hand I wiggled my fingers until he took a hold of it manning his camera with the other. 

The group comes across the chair that Dakota placed Chelsea in. However, it was way too far from the chapel entrance to be in the correct spot… had something moved it? As we walked closer to the chair the thought was debunked as the Laden siblings confirmed that it was not the same chair. As the group proceeded forward and the chair was just a few mere feet behind me the electronic voice of the Ovilus spook. 

“Chair.” 

My eyes widened and I spun around on my heel letting go of Alex’s hand in the process to face back towards the chair we had passed. The four were reacting to the Ovilus and Dakota even pointed out that we must not be alone. I take a few small steps back to peer around the curve of the tunnel that we rounded to forsure getting the chair on camera. I could still hear the gang mentioning how we are being mimicked. Alex even goes too far as to say we are being mocked. 

“(Y/N).” I hear Alex call my name next to me but I pan my camera around to see him still with the group. I quickly hurry to their side. Before I got to mention hearing Alex’s voice behind us there was a knock in front of us. We all were silent and it happened again. 

“Hello?” Tanner called down the tunnel.

“How the..?” I muttered glancing back towards the chair with my camera then pointing it at the team. “Okay but I literally just thought it was behind us.”

“What do you mean?” Alex questions panning his camera towards me.

“So when we got ‘chair’ on the Ovilus I kinda went back to get one final look at the chair and when I was there I swear I heard Alex say my name, but he was still right here filming you guys listening to Chelsea talk about the noise she heard. 

“Whoa.” Chelsea comments as she looks over her camera at me.

I reached for Alex’s hand again which he securely held at his side. As if jealous that it wasn’t getting enough attention the Ovilus spoke once again. 

“Count.”

“What the fuck!” Alex exclaims, slightly squeezing my hand.

“I heard knocking down there!” Tanner points out. 

“And it said ‘count’ like the three knocks.” Chelsea adds. 

“I could have sworn I heard multiple knocks, not just one.” Tanner continues.

“And then it said count.” Dakota gasps.

“It’s totally messing with us.” I conclude.

The group then prompts another knock to follow. Alex of course being the one to let go of my hand to knock on the pipes. There was some kind of response and as much as all of us didn’t want to, we continued to move forward. Alex promptly moved me to be between him and Tanner in the line.

Suddenly we all heard the same sound. The chime of the music box. Everyone made a noise acknowledging that they had heard it too. As Chelsea and Dakota stepped back making Tanner step back into me it was a bit of a mess as we were not expecting that sound in the tunnels. “Holy shit, it’s music.” Dakota turns to face us before quickly looking down the tunnel.

“That sounded like chimes.” Alex comments.

Tanner quickly glanced to me to make sure I was okay after he ran into me before quickly turning back to the fact that we all just heard the notes of the music box.

“That sounded just like the freaking music box.” I point out.

“Was that the music box or just music?” Dakota questioned wanting to be certain.

“That was definitely notes from the music box.” Alex confirms.

“Like, the music box is pretty..” Tanner trailed off and swore but everyone understood. The music box was pretty unique and recognizable. 

“There is no way that was the music box.” Chelsea shook her head. “That’s not possible.”

“I brought the music box back from my location to the gear room and put it back in the box. (Y/n) watched me.” Alex nods his head. “I didn’t even grab it for this investigative walk. It’s still in the gear room packed up.” I mentioned to solidify the fact that the device was not here.

“If this thing can mimic knocking and sounds, why can’t it mimic the music box? Not to mention that (Y/n) thought she heard me call her name earlier.” Alex explains as he mentioned how he used the music box and was knocking in the same building. 

Once again against better judgment the five of us continue down the tunnel towards the direction we keep hearing noises in. We pass through a doorway that leads us to a dead end forcing us to split either left or right. Dakota wasn’t even sure where we were, maybe F-block or Administration. Dakota came across a staircase seconds before Tanner came across one. Upon climbing the stairs Dakota was quick to realize we were now in the Administration building. After a quick discussion we decided to hold off on investigating the building until we made a quick trip to the gear room to change batteries and check once again that the music box is still packed away. 

The music box was in fact boxed up in the gear room where Alex left it. Dakota even played it to show that it was in fact the tune that we heard in the tunnel. It was then concluded that it has been targeting a mimicking Alex all night. From the knocks, to his voice, and even the music box. After placing new batteries in the cameras we headed back to Administration to do what investigating we could before the sun came up.

Tanner was looking around for anything that could possibly be the source of the sound but nothing came close. With silence filling the building we decided to sit and do one last EVP session. I sat silently filming them as they asked questions for nearly a half hour but nothing came through. But the eventful night came to an end. We all exited the building, the team (not including myself and Dakota) took in the huge expanse of the location.

We returned to the RV still recording. The RV pulled away and that is when Dakota hit us with the next location.

“The next location will be equally as scary, because we are going back to Cresson!” 

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So I know Destination Fear didn’t get renewed but I’m guessing Dakota’s tweet is about Zak Bagans because he’s the producer of the show. If it is, I think him ( Destination Fear ) and Nick Goff should investigate together or put it on the Syfy channel like in 2010s. For example: Ghost Hunters, Haunted Highway, Destination Truth etc…